[Intro: Aystar]
Ha, yo Geezy
They thought we weren't gonna see your bit innit
Haha
Yo
Ha, remix
[Verse 1: Aystar]
Look, been out on the grind for a minute tryna get it
And I've been getting it, these niggas have been sweating it
Don't get out the bed but when I phone a nigga beggin' it
I'm way ahead of it I'll ride up on a nigga lettin' it
When it comes to this rap shit I've got this, so has Geezy Loc
Man are greazy folk
I'm out for them notes but I still keep it close in case a man try provoke
That's five shots through his coat, listen
If you know then you know
I'm still on [?] road shottin' O's, stashing knives in me clothes
If it's not your beef don't get involved
We ride out and slap a nigga down and no case is gettin' solved, listen
I'm the shooter you're the victim
I rode out with him and told police I weren't with him
I gave me boy hollow tip slugs for the Luge and said, "that's for that dude", the next day he went and clipped him
I'm back on it, made us cop the shotty
Said I don't want it, got nowhere to put it
Plus it's out of bullets and I hate them shotguns 'cause when it's beef I've got nowhere to stuff it
I'm ridin' out with hand tings with bullets that expand
If I hit man by the barbers then he gone land by Poundland
I ain't lost, so don't act like you found man
Eight bills for the oz if you want that brown tan, listen
I'm tryna stay low off the radar from Po 'cause I know they want me sucked
They're still tryna find me from crimes that I did years ago but I don't even give a fuck
I got fined once, they hit me with some threats talkin' 'bout they'll take me shit if I didn't pay the debt
Ha, yo Geezy
They thought we weren't gonna see your bit innit
Haha
Yo
Ha, remix
[Verse 1: Aystar]
Look, been out on the grind for a minute tryna get it
And I've been getting it, these niggas have been sweating it
Don't get out the bed but when I phone a nigga beggin' it
I'm way ahead of it I'll ride up on a nigga lettin' it
When it comes to this rap shit I've got this, so has Geezy Loc
Man are greazy folk
I'm out for them notes but I still keep it close in case a man try provoke
That's five shots through his coat, listen
If you know then you know
I'm still on [?] road shottin' O's, stashing knives in me clothes
If it's not your beef don't get involved
We ride out and slap a nigga down and no case is gettin' solved, listen
I'm the shooter you're the victim
I rode out with him and told police I weren't with him
I gave me boy hollow tip slugs for the Luge and said, "that's for that dude", the next day he went and clipped him
I'm back on it, made us cop the shotty
Said I don't want it, got nowhere to put it
Plus it's out of bullets and I hate them shotguns 'cause when it's beef I've got nowhere to stuff it
I'm ridin' out with hand tings with bullets that expand
If I hit man by the barbers then he gone land by Poundland
I ain't lost, so don't act like you found man
Eight bills for the oz if you want that brown tan, listen
I'm tryna stay low off the radar from Po 'cause I know they want me sucked
They're still tryna find me from crimes that I did years ago but I don't even give a fuck
I got fined once, they hit me with some threats talkin' 'bout they'll take me shit if I didn't pay the debt
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